Just like old times. Marc and I woke up late around 11am, slowly got ready, then walked around the corner to the overflowing Cafe Cluny for brunch. We ordered bloodies at the bar while waiting for a table. Our drinks came in short, thin drink glasses–the single glasses that high-end restaurants put fresh-squeezed orange juice in. They’re tiny. That was our bloody mary for $12. My eyes bugged out. “In San Francisco, for $12 it comes with a couple jumbo shrimp and green beans that have been marinating in spices for weeks, and a tall ass stalk of celery.”
Marc added, “Yeah, seriously, and the $12 includes free refills.”
Came home and made it through an hour of the Adjustment Bureau before turning that off and watching Bridesmaids instead. So funny! Can’t believe I didn’t want to watch it before.
Finished the night drinking and stuffing our faces at Jeffreys: charred octopus, braised pork belly, steak tartare, and braised brisket sandwiches.